Wanted to scratch my head.
But I couldn't.
Which organs of mine are still healthy now?
Could it be that I no longer have the most important, most joyful way of being happy?!
Then what's the point of flirting with Nan Mengqian?
Purely spiritual satisfaction?
Life is so dull and lackluster!
No, I can't keep thinking about this mess anymore.
I need to quickly find a way to deal with Nan Mengqian.
Based on what Nan Mengqian said to me, it's clear that I've been diagnosed as an incurable patient with delusional disorder.
You know, no matter how many times I sought out Nan Mengqian, she always spoke to me in the capacity of a therapist. She never refuted the mental world I described, because this is her method of treating patients.
At that time, I was at least on an equal footing with her as a fellow madman.
But here, she is the therapist, and I am the patient.
The difficulty has increased I don't know how many times over!